As is well documented on this site and my Instagram “about me” section, I am hopelessly obsessed with goats, especially baby goats and pygmy goats and fainting goats — OK, nevermind, I just love ALL THE GOATS. Why am I so enraptured with these bouncy little creatures? Allow me to explain in the most eloquent, concise possible way: a series of adorable goat GIFs… Keep reading »
This past week, my youngest brother came to visit me. His real name is Cuyler, but everyone calls him Bob (for some reason, no one in my family goes by their real name). Bob is 18 now — a solid ten years younger than me — but we’ve always been pretty close, and it was awesome to see him after a couple months of living so far away from each other. Hanging out with my not-so-little brother for a week, I realized that even though I’m the one who’s prone to big sisterly lectures, Bob has probably taught me way more about life than I’ve taught him. Here are five of the best lessons I’ve learned from him over the years… Keep reading »
Not that you actually needed any reasons to be convinced that summer is the best. You already know it. From swimming with friends to working on your tan to French kissing outdoors, here are some GIFs to remind you why summer is the shit. Keep reading »
It’s the 4th of July weekend, which means approximately 90 percent of the population will be attending a BBQ in the next few days. We recently got to talking about how our pasts are riddled with epic BBQ fails. Getting drunk and passing out during a particularly heated round of Cranium. Knocking over the buffet while running from a yellow jacket. Hiding in the house because we don’t want to be seen in our swimsuit. You name the tragic/mortifying/stupid BBQ mistake, chances are we’ve made it. In fact, if we were to co-write a memoir, a fitting title might be Poor Choices We’ve Made While Attending BBQs. But no more! This BBQ season, we’ve vowed to step up our game. The first step? We’re publicly promising not make the following BBQ blunders… Keep reading »
You’d think after a million kazillion years in existence, Mercury, the planet of communication, coordination, thought processes and travel, would figure out how to get moving in the right direction. But alas, it’s started moving backwards in its orbit yet again, which means lots of chaos for us mortals. From now until July 20th, you should expect things to get messy. Yes, Ami spilled her salad on her foot today, but that’s not the kind of mess we speak of. Mercury in retrograde leaves in its wake epic miscommunications, technological meltdowns, and general mishaps of all sorts. Which basically means, back up your hard drive, expect delays at the airport, and for God’s sake, watch your tongue when having a serious conversation of any type with the people you love. The next 19 days are going to be rough. May we suggest giving yourself small daily rewards during this time of reversals, errors, delays and malfunctions? Here are 19 ideas, one for each day until Mercury finally rights itself again. Trust us, you’re gonna need ‘em. Keep reading »
It. Is. Finally. Happening. Chad Kroeger and Avril Lavigne — the couple known affectionately as Chavril — are getting married in the south of France today. Over the weekend, some Chavril friends tweeted about wedding festivities, which set off a rumor that the wedding happened on Saturday, which set off a frantic stream of “I NEED PICS WHERE ARE THE PICS” messages between Amelia and me, but alas, the event was actually a pre-wedding party. Today is the actual wedding day, and the best part? Today is also Canada Day. Seriously.
Wondering how to properly celebrate the Canadian Royal Wedding? Here are five ideas… Keep reading »
Winona: So Ami, I had this thought while I was making dinner last night. I really want to teach you to cook.
Ami: I would love that.
Winona: Because you hate cooking right?
Ami: I just don’t get it. I’m impatient and hate doing things I’m bad at.
Winona: As a perfectionist oldest child, I feel you, girl.
Ami: Plus, in my house growing up, no one cooked. Like nothing. It was cereal for dinner. I can cook eggs and chicken. That’s it. Keep reading »
“I’m sorry” is totally overrated when it comes to the little spats that arise in long-term relationships. Because you can’t be sorry that you talk loud when you’re drunk or that you like to wake up at 6 a.m. or that you love show tunes. These are things about you that are never going to change, the same way that your partner’s never going to stop eating cold pizza for breakfast or interrupting your serious conversations in public to snap an amazing picture. You don’t need to be sorry for these things, but that doesn’t stop snits and fights from cropping up over these minor annoyances. Your unconditional love for your partner doesn’t stop you from occasionally yelling, “Get that slice of pizza out of your mouth!” and then seeing his face droop because he loves cold pizza so much and you know it. So, how to make things right without changing who you or your partner is? Here are some creative techniques to help smooth things out when those little pet peeves get in your way… Keep reading »
My neighbors have an 8-week-old pug puppy that is perhaps the cutest creature who has ever graced this Earth. Right now its head is a bit too big for its body, so as it toddles around the yard it usually tips over, and then just starts chewing on whatever is in the immediate vicinity of where its mouth landed. Oh, and its name is BELUSHI. Seriously, I can’t even handle how cute this dog is. Whenever I see it come out in the yard I just stare at it moaning like Tina from “Bob’s Burgers” until my boyfriend is like, “Seriously, you have to stop doing that.” I wouldn’t be surprised if this dog takes out a restraining order against me at some point.
My love for Belushi made me want to write something pug-related, and I was reading up about these little dogs I thought, Hey, why not a list of fun pug facts?! Because sometimes I like to pretend I write for Highlights magazine instead of The Frisky. Ready for a pug fact party? Here we go! Keep reading »
I lived in Los Angeles for seven years and owned a car. There were some really fun things about being a car owner: like blasting Power 106 while cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway with my sunroof open. Only, most of the time, I wasn’t cruising down PCH, I was stuck on the 101, in the most intense gridlock for hours, crying because I had to pee or was starving and out of emergency car snacks. If I wasn’t trapped in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I was circling Hollywood for 45 minutes looking for a legal parking spot. Not fun either. At the end of my stint as a car commuter, I wasn’t blasting anything anymore, I was listening to The Path To Tranquility: Daily Meditations CD just to keep my blood pressure down. I try to remember how bad things got with my car when I’m riding the NYC subway during rush hour, sandwiched between a smelly armpit and man carrying a pet snake in a burlap sack. But at least I can read my book! At least I’ve significantly decreased my carbon footprint! I tell myself, trying not to breathe through my mouth, ready to kill the snake with my bare hands if it so much as hisses in my general direction. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I miss my car. God, I can’t believe I just said that. Keep reading »